"HEART'S ACCEPTANCE" Just a journal filled with stories ideas, poems, personal entries, things to remember, etc. If you have nothing better to do, just relax and read. Who knows, maybe you'll see what the hell goes on in my head everyday.
Smoke
And so, I must thank you for sweet memories, And lovely times.
But scars don't fade like smoke, They don't heal as fast.
It hurts to say, And I don't want to let go, So I'll grant the memories, The ability to breathe. And maybe heal The scars like smoke.